You stood with you mouth open staring at your boyfriend. He was wearing a tight white tshirt and jeans with yellow sneakers. He looked damn good too, if you did say so your self. But that was beside the point. His shirt was HUGGING his chest, a chest you loved to lay your head on at night as you fell alseep and wake up on the next morning. The things running through your mind at this moment where not safe to share with anyone not even said boyfriend, no those thoughts where for you alone. Your boyfriend looks to you just as you pick your jaw up off the floor.

Is there something wrong with my shirt?

No no nothing's wrong at all.

Oh there was something wrong alright.. his was wearing the damn shirt and you couldn't see that gorgeous chest of his. Ok ok breath you need to focus your thoughts away from your boyfriend or neither of you were going to make it out of the apartment. Not that you truly cared.